The Great Hall was alive with chatter and cheer. Every table was piled high with food, the students tearing into it relentlessly, and it just kept coming. The Hogwarts House Elves were masters at their craft, kept every dish filled to the brim so that no one would go without.
Sirius was absolutely ravenous, tearing meat off a drumstick with a ferocity probably more suited for Moony, but it was just so damned
good, and Sirius was so damned
happy. It was great to be back at the castle, back home, especially after the downright dreary summer break.
Hanging out with Prongs was great and all, but
living with his best friend was, well… A little touchy sometimes. It was somehow much different from bunking with the other Gryffindor boys, probably because it was just the two of them, Padfoot and Prongs, stuck together 24/7. Add on the misfortune of both teenagers missing their respective girlfriends, and it was sort of a shit storm of loneliness, angst, and an inordinate amount of testosterone.
They really should have been prepared for it, though. It wasn’t as if Sirius living with the Potters was a new development. He’d been spending every break with them since the summer of last year (some even before that, when he could get away with it). This time there was just some added stress, and not just from the glaring absence of Lily and Marlene.
No, there was much more going on, something that reached much farther than the Potter household, spanning the entire continent and then some. At first, they were just whispers, rumors of a rising power, a rising wizard with plans for a new world. Sirius had been hearing these whispers for what felt like ages. He grew up listening to them, these ideals and agendas. Sirius wasn’t worried about them for a long time.
But recently, the whispers had grown. They weren’t just voices anymore. Weren’t simple threats. They were raids and missing persons and
murder. They were a skull and snake lighting up the night sky, a calling card for the wizards in silver masks—Death Eaters. The whispers now had a name, and it was Lord Voldemort.
Thankfully, for the first time in a couple months, Sirius was able to cast those thoughts away, though. He was back with his best friends—all of them—and they were at Hogwarts, stuffing themselves silly. Prongs sat across from Sirius, pretzel rods stuck in each nostril while holding a completely serious conversation with Wormtail, and Lily was a mess of giggles beside him. Sirius grinned, glanced at Marlene who was pressed as close to him as humanly possible.
“Merlin, it’s good to be back,” Sirius said after swallowing a particularly large bite. “I cannot begin to explain how miserable this summer was.”
“Oi! I take offense to that,” James shouted, pulling the pretzels from his nose and pointing them straight at Sirius who held a hand out in an attempt to deflect any bogeys that might have flown his way.
“It wasn’t you, mate,” Sirius amended. “It was… Everything.” He waved his fingers. “It was just gloomy.”
“People are scared,” Remus spoke, looking up from his Charms textbook. “Everyone can feel that something’s wrong. It’s like—”
He stopped suddenly, head tilting to the side, and Sirius watched in confusion as his friend sniffed the air one… twice… three times…
“What is it, Moony?” But the other boy wasn’t listening, not even a little. Instead, he craned his neck to look over the heads of other students as if searching for something.
Sirius shrugged it off, just Moony being Moony, and redirected his attention to Marlene who was busy poking peas around on her plate. “You okay, love?”
“Hm?” She looked at him with big, bright eyes, and Sirius was momentarily taken aback by how bloody beautiful she was. Graceful as a dancer with her long legs, clear pale skin, wavy blonde hair, and a smile to die for. Gods, how did he get so lucky again?
“What’re you looking at?”
“You,” he admitted without shame, smirking playfully so that she blushed.
Right. That’s how. You are one smooth criminal, Black.Marlene giggled and gently shouldered into him, muttered a low, “Silly,” while looking back at her peas.
As much as Sirius had made his girlfriend smile since reuniting, he could tell something was a little off. It didn’t take long to figure out; Marlene was nervous, just like everybody else, and Sirius couldn’t blame her because he was nervous, too.
A storm was brewing outside the castle walls, and Sirius had a sick feeling it would have the power to wipe out everything in its path.
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Willa couldn’t help but feel like everyone was staring at her when she stepped into the great hall, an absolutely ridiculous notion as about six people turned to look at her
tops. Still, the paranoia was so deeply ingrained inside of her, she just couldn’t help it, not after the way this summer had gone.
At least she hadn’t had to get sorted in front of everybody like a first year. No, Willa was able to do that in private, or mostly private. Her mother and father had been there alongside the Headmaster and Professor McGonagall. The four had watched thoughtfully as the ancient hat deliberated on top of her head, humming and thinking out loud until finally announcing,
“Yes, yes, Ravenclaw, without a doubt!”That didn’t mean much to Willa or her parents, neither of them having attended the wizard school, but both the professors seemed pleased.
Wit beyond measure is man’s greatest treasure, or some nonsense like that.
Willa’s small family stayed to have dinner with Dumbledore and McGonagall, discussing Willa’s condition, what measures would be taken to ensure her safety. It was a
joyful conversation that Willa was more than happy to get away from, a mercy shown to her by the Headmaster himself when he offered to have a House Elf show her to the Ravenclaw common room, suggesting she get situated as best she could before the rest of the students arrived the upcoming Sunday evening.
Willa tried to get comfortable. She really did. But, it was hard not to worry knowing that her parents had to go back out there. She would be more at ease if they still had a pack to return to, but they didn’t. They were deserters, and because of that, they were in danger. All three of them.
Hogwarts was the safest place for Willa. She had spent her childhood and adolescence learning magic with the other young lycans, the large family never giving much credit to formal education, but now… Well, Willa didn’t really have a choice. She had to hide in the fortress of a school while her parents ran.
The plan was to lay low for the year, pray that everything blew over (unlikely), then join her parents once again. Willa would do her best in her classes despite probably being a little behind in them, play nice with the other kids, and take the Wolfsbane brewed for her every single night. Then, when the full moon hit, she would go off to the broom-shed by the Quidditch pitch, transform, and curl up with all her remaining mental faculties. That would be different, definitely something Willa would have to get used to.
It was something to worry about when it got closer, though. For now, Willa just needed to focus on coming off as normal to her new classmates and…
What is that…?Willa subtly sniffed the air, angling her head slightly and breathing in. There was something familiar. Through the aromas of countless foods and the pheromones that were being given off by hundreds of excited students, Willa could pick up just a hint of…
Wolf. There was no mistaking it. Willa had spent her entire life around other werewolves, and though they all smelled different, they still shared a common scent, an underlying earthy tone, and Willa was picking up on it right there, in the middle of Hogwarts’ Great Hall.
Doing her best to be sneaky, Willa peered through the heads of happily chattering children, eyes scanning each table.
Another Ravenclaw? No. A Hufflepuff? No. Slytherin? Nope. Gryffindor?Willa nearly jumped in her seat when her eyes landed on a brown-haired boy two tables down, and it wasn’t because of the scars on his face. No, it was because the stranger was already staring right at Willa, large brown eyes completely locked onto her. His nostrils flared for a moment, probably trying to catch her scent like she had his, then he cocked his head to one side and lifted an eyebrow.
There was a silent question being asked, and Willa didn’t see the harm in answering what the stranger likely already knew on some level, so she nodded her head.
She was not prepared for the broad smile the boy showed in response, open and friendly and so incredibly warm.